this face gets me every time

Normani doing what she does best, seeking out any camera when a 25 mile radius

every now and then someone goes deep into my archive, digs up my old m/l stuff and starts another endless reblog chain, and i’m just… so tired. i finally got out of the depressing rut being invested in that show for so long caught me in and i don’t want to be reminded of it any more, but then all my old stuff gets dragged up with a million new notes and there it is in my face all the time

i know i could just delete the old posts to save myself the flood of notes (since i only check on mobile so the xkit note blocker isn’t an option), but this blog is the only place i ever posted them and with the amount my art gets stolen i need the source links in case i need to combat any theft. i should be taking this amount of attention as a compliment but i’m just jaded and stressed out and depressed over it by now ):

The smell of perfume on your skin, it was hard not to resist. I wanted to stay in bed and bite every ounce of lust that insinuated from your face. The morning sun stirred us to wakefulness but we refused to move. I gently cupped your beating chest in my right hand, fascinated at hearing your heart do a dance. Your eyes gave way to a sensation I’ve never felt before. That smile. That smile you made every time you’d reach over to kiss me on my forehead. I knew then and there, I wanted to get lost in you. Our feet intertwined with each other as you held me closer. You saw me shudder at the morning cold that playfully bit on my bare back. Letting out a deep sigh, I closed my eyes, wanting to disappear into the homely heat that came from your body. Like a feather, you dragged one finger across my neck and I felt a jolt. Your eyes suddenly burned with desire and your teeth were uncovered from your smile. I caressed your unshaved chin before you took me into your arms, as if I was the heavenly cloud of everything you’d ever want for the rest of your life.

We breathed into each other… disappearing into the sheets.

Betty: *does something embarrassing* kill me now

Cheryl: Betty, if-

Veronica: nope, nope, not today *pushes Betty towards the door*

Reggie: Hey Betty, I didn’t know someone could die from embarrassment before-

Veronica: *Jumps in front, finger pointed at him glaring* One more word Mantle

Reggie: *Puts hands up in surrender*

Betty: Veronica, really i’m ok *continues to be pulled away*

Veronica: *stops, turns to face everyone* Betty is MY cinnamon roll, i will do whatever it takes to protect her from your slanderous words. *eyes narrow accusingly* 

Betty: Oh Ronnie, you can’t do this every time someone does something to me 

Veronica: I can and i will, now lets go get milkshakes *is smug, holding Betty’s hand*

fluentinsarcxsm  asked:

I have got to say I absolutely LOVE your account. Every time I see it I get a smile on my face. You capture the characters so well. Keep up the good work lovely 💕

Thank you so much! I really appreciate that. That’s so important to me!

ily: i love you

ilysm: i love you so much

ilysmichbilysmifligtaliomymmnbyammcrccahgmbcykmcfl: I like you so much, I can hardly breathe. I like you so much, I feel like I got thunder and lightning inside of me. You make me nervous but you also make me calm. Real calm. Calm almost how god must be calm, you know, Mylene? Calm from loving. 

I hope your stomach drops when you remember me. I hope whenever someone calls you by your full name, that only I ever called you, you shut your eyes trying to get my face out of your head. I hope when you drive past our favorite spot at night you can’t help but hear my laugh. I hope you wish it was me when you find yourself sleeping with some random girl. I hope you think of me often, and it stings every time.
—  The sting of missing me.

an au where Bum never gets caught in Sangwoo’s house and continues stalking him but realizes “oh my god this guy is the absolute worst at hiding these bodies??? did he really just throw it away with the trash??” and slowly starts helping him behind the scenes and face palming every single time Sangwoo takes home another victim with similarities to the rest.  Bum just mumbling to himself “Are you trying to get caught, or something?” 

7

One thing I really love about Voltron: Legendary Defender is all the split screen scenes.  I love seeing all the characters reacting to the same situation, but having slight differences in their facial expressions.  It lets their individual personalities shine through!  That’s quality animation right there <3

anonymous asked:

Any valentines headcanons for Victor and Yuuri? Like how they spend it together or if some fan sent anything crazy in the past (Yuuri sending Victor things every year but being too embarrassed to write his name as the sender??)

“Wait, someone actually sent you their used panties?” Yuuri has no idea what kind of a face he’s making, but he hopes it does the sheer disgust he’s feeling justice, because what is wrong with people?

Victor laughs. “On more than one occasion. Most of the time Yakov just sent them to the incinerator.” 

“’Most of the time’?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want answered,” Victor says, horrifyingly, then brightens. “I didn’t get to keep any of the chocolates people gave me—for safety reasons, you know—but the plushies were mine to do whatever with. I usually gave them away to sick kids.”

He remembers. It was SKATING’s December 2003 issue cover story. Victor had been in a white doctor’s jacket smiling wide while the two children he had tucked under each arm flashed peace signs. Stuffed animals were strewn across the floor around them like fallen soldiers. He’d taped it into his cubby at Ice Palace until Takeshi joked that they should beat Yuuri up so Victor would come visit him in the hospital. Yuuri seriously considered it. 

“I can’t believe you kept some of this stuff,” Yuuri marvels, holding up an actual wedding invitation. You are cordially invited to the marriage of Victor Nikiforov and Joanne Spiers…

Yuuri gently places it back into the box. Well, chucks it back in, more like.

“Oh! Let me show you my favorite one!” Victor nudges him out of the way to rummage around, eventually coming up with a little blue envelope with a sticker that’s faded with time and oddly shaped. Yuuri squints at it, trying to place it, when it hits him. He goes very, very still.

“I think I was… maybe 16 when I got this one? It was the sweetest letter I’d ever received.” Victor sighs wistfully and cradles the envelope to his chest as though it were precious, spun glass and lace, before handing it over.

If Yuuri’s hands shake a little as he undoes the katsudon sticker on the backflap and slides the piece of notebook paper out, Victor doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he notches his chin onto Yuuri’s shoulder to read it along with him.

It’s a little yellow, but the faded images of sakura still comes through behind shaky, painstaking Cyrillic penned to fill the page.  

Dear Victor,

You are the greatest skater in the whole wide world. I am a skater too but I am only 12 years old and I am still learning. I did a triple axel for the first time yesterday! I hope you are proud. Someday I would like to hold your hand and skate with you. We could do a triple axel together. Please wait for me. 

Happy Valentine’s Day!

“I wanted to write back, but they didn’t leave a name or a return address,” Victor says softly, reaching around Yuuri to brush reverent fingers over the page. “Even with the terrible translation, it was the most genuine expression of love I’d ever seen at that time. I brought that letter with me everywhere I went, hoping I might catch a glimpse of that kid in the crowd, or even on the ice. Whoever it was, I hope they continued to skate. I really would’ve liked to have skated with them.”

The boxy letters swim and blur, spreading out until they’re vague blobs, and when Yuuri blinks to clear it, the page is wet. “It wasn’t terrible.”

“Hmm?”

Turning in Victor’s arms, Yuuri beams up at him through his tears. “The translation. It wasn’t terrible. Vasiliev-sensei at Ice Palace wrote it out for me and I spent hours practice-copying it to make sure it was perfect.”

He can see the moment realization dawns, because Victor’s furrowed brow ripples and smoothes out, jaw dropping almost into Yuuri’s lap. “You—”

The world tilts dangerously and skews when he’s tackled onto his back, and Yuuri laughs up at the ceiling as Victor presses frantic kisses to his mouth, his neck, the swells of his cheeks and the sides of his nose. He shakes with a giddy sort of joy, drowning under a wave of relief nearly fifteen years in the making, and reaches up to palm Victor’s face—a little older, a little more mature, but still the greatest skater in the whole wide world who was everything to a little boy once. Even more now as a man. 

“Thank you for waiting for me,” Yuuri murmurs, then leans up and meets Victor halfway.

keith and lance ft. arguing+in love:

  • they’ll get bickering and all up in each others’ faces and it hits them at the same time how Gay they are
    • “No way, dude.”
    • “Uh, yeah way.
    • “REALLY?”
    • REALLY REALLY” and then they just. start making out
  • “every time you call me “mullet” you have to kiss me.”
    • “fine. but every time you don’t address me either as “the tailor” or “sharpshooter” you have to kiss me
    • “guess we better have a practice run just to make sure we’re clear on the rules then, huh lance?
    • “looks like it, mullet.”
  • they’re piloting their little fighter drones and lance’ll elbow keith when he one-ups him, and keith’ll shove him back and lance will giggle and be like “stop” and poke keith in the ribs and keith laughs “I’m not doing anything!!” and before long they’re just a tangled puddle
    • allura: “boys! we are under attack!
    • lance: “I knOW keith is attacking me please hELP”
  • the only thing that can keep them from bickering with each other is when they team up on someone else. 
  • one of the blade of mimosa ppl offhandedly mentions that their fighting is sloppy and keith and lance devour him
    • “uh? Excuse You? did you see keith’s moves out there?”
    • “were you even watching the same battle? lance did great.”
    • “he freaking destroyed those guys and if you think he didn’t then you gotta answer to me”
    • “yeah and I’d like to see you pilot a 10,000 yr old warship, buddy”
    • “so just, turn around? and never insult my bf again”
    • “the door’s right over there. away from lance.”
  • the dude just backs away slowly, then turns and runs from the sheer burning force of their gay power
OK MAJOR THEORY TIME

So I’ve been having this theory, and it’s a bit complicated but hear me out….

Main point: it’s not anti that’s returning again, cos as proven by “Jack”

So if anti’s always been around, of course it’s not him appearing in that glitch in Detention. Cos in actuality…

It’s Jack himself.

Every time Anti appeared in a glitch he was either smiling, freaking out, covered in blood, or all three. But it doesn’t look that way this time. It’s different.

(i tried to get a better screenshot, but you can see it clear in the gifs) This isn’t a menacing looking face. Rather, it looks like Jack’s confused by something, maybe wondering if the camera can actually see him? cos when you look at when he’s adjusting his camera in a past prop hunt episode (couldnt get a better screenshot sorry :P)

He has the SAME LOOK as he was fixing the camera so it could see him.

And when “Jack” is responding to anything about anti, it’s all normal, even (dare I say) a bit too excited about all of it??

Oh but what about the pointing and the whole “Forgotten but just too afraid to remember biz?” Why would Jack point and why emphasize that?

well my friend, it’s definitely not cos we forgot about anti. pete’s sake, we were still including him in oxenfree fanart. NO, INSTEAD WE FORGOT ABOUT SAVING JACK!

WE FORGOT THAT THERE WAS NEVER A RESOLUTION TO “SAY GOODBYE”! We freaked out, tried to figure out how to save him for a bit, then poof jack’s all hunky dory saying he’s ok WHEN IN ACTUALLY IT WAS ANTI THE WHOLE TIME.

Jack saying how much fun he had with the community freaking us out, who’s to say Anti didn’t have fun either?? i mean he practically thrives off of it right? So all this time, we thought Jack was ok, when in reality we’ve just moved on from him, FORGOT ABOUT SAVING HIM, and carried on watching Anti like normal :). That is until the real Jack started to finally rebel a little by giving us a major clue…

It’s our fault that all this anti stuff happened, we were too afraid to think that we were never able to protect Jack from him. Quite possibly the real Jack knows this sad fact all too well and possibly blames us for it, and anti will never let us forget that we failed….

So don’t be surprised if in a video you hear somewhere in the distance:

H̢҉͚͕͈͙̙̦̼̤̮̳̗ͅE̵̶̴͉͔̣̮̤̮̻̘̕ͅL̨̩͎̜̙̕P̀͜͠͡҉̻̺̼̩͇̠͖̰͙̣̼͈͎̪̘̠̲͎ ̧̦̩̙̰̝̩̠̹̼͚̞͇̰̹͍͇̞̯̯̀͝M̷̵̝͍̫̬̼͔̣͎͓͟͞E̸̡̬̺̣̘̫̜̰̱̯̞̬͚͔͖̜͡ͅͅͅ.̴͔̲̮̗͇̫̲̝̮̩̗̣ͅ.̴̷̡̝̦̤̟͖͍̹̭̣̭̺̼̥͍͎̭͙.҉̴̡̠͎̲̼͈͕̯̫͍͙͚͔̘̜̩̀͝.̵̴̡̥̜̼͔̻͕̞̗̯̞̻̥͚͚̦͖͍

This is my new strategy for white people who ask "Do you work here?"

I can’t tell you how many nice (and not-so-nice) white women have walked up to me in a store to ask me where something is, how much something costs, or to otherwise find out information she should be getting from an employee who MUST BE ME because I am a brown person nearby on the salesfloor.  Nevermind whether I have on an overcoat, I’m wearing headphones, or I have a complete lack of nametag, apron, or company t-shirt, I still get asked all the time “Do you work here?”

Before, my standard response was to pause for just enough beats to make her uncomfortable and then say, “No I don’t.  What about me made you think I work here?  And please be specific.”  Face crack.  Every single time.

Thanks to a friend’s comment thread on the Internet, I have a new tactic.

Pretend you do work there!!  It’s brilliant.  Observe.

White Woman:  How much is this shirt?
Me:  The sign is right there.  Can you not read it?
White Woman:  I was just making sure to see if it was on sale.  No need to be rude.
Me: No need to be stupid.  The sign has the price.  The tag has the same price.  Therefore, that’s the price.  Why are you bothering me with this?
White Woman:  Well I never!  I need to speak to the manager!
Me:  Fine, so do I.  I don’t even like this store.
[we march to customer service]
White Woman:  I’d like you to fire this employee immediately.  He was SO RUDE and I’m going to take my business elsewhere unless he is fired right now!
Manager:  I don’t think –
White Woman:  [”I was told by Applecare” voice] YOU DON’T THINK!?  I’M CALLING CORPORATE!
Me:  And say what?  That a perfect stranger with no nametag, apron, company ID, or any other sign of being an employee was mean to you in a store?  Susan I don’t even work here.  I just felt like making you look like the ass you clearly are.  Have a nice day.

Like…I’m finna go shopping RIGHT NOW just to test it out.  I’ma put on my big obnoxious hipster headphones just so there’s no reason whatsoever someone would think I’d be on the clock, and I’ma casually walk through a store and just wait.  And I happen to be wearing black jeans and a black jacket, which is the unofficial NYC uniform of fast-fashion retail.  And H&M is like three blocks away too…

Yesterday, some disloyal Trump staffer who’ll surely get a book deal one day leaked four upcoming executive orders. Chief among them was President Trump’s much-feared Muslim immigration ban. Among other things, it pretty much shuts down any immigration to the United States from Iraq. This includes thousands of Iraqis who acted as interpreters for our soldiers. At the time, they were promised that if this whole “occupation” thing didn’t work out, they’d be able to get a visa and move to the land of apple pie and Oxycontin. President Trump just slammed the door in their faces.

Some of the men who fought alongside them are speaking out, including Chase Milsap. He’s a former Marine officer, former Green Beret, and basically the guy that every schoolkid in America claimed to have as an uncle. He told me about the man who saved his life.

These Soldiers Fought For The U.S.: Trump Just Banned Them

Why I love Newt Scamander

I love newt Scamander because he’s a Hufflepuff

I love Newtscamander because how much he cares about his animals

Originally posted by miladyofwar

I love Newt Scamander because his awkwardness makes me feel so much better about mine

Originally posted by dmentr

I love Newt Scamander because he created a bond with a no-maj in a matter of a day

Originally posted by trechos-of-books

I love Newt Scamander because he apparates like there isn’t a huge risk involved

Originally posted by hardyness

I love Newt Scamander he cares so much more about other people that he was willing to get expelled 

Originally posted by annetudorwrites

I love Newt Scamander because an awkward animal loving Hufflepuff who thinks of themselves as annoying who is gentle but not afraid to use a swooping evil to defend his friends and faces every situation with kindness is exactly the kind of hero i wanted as a child who grew up awkward and shy with the fear of everyone hating me and got left so many times.

Originally posted by newtsobscuro

Newt Scamander makes me feel like me again. 

Originally posted by wickedpotterpictures